I took this in 2008, at my friend Shloka's wedding on Pine Mountain in Tucson, Arizona. Shloka wore these amazing vintage gold slippers from India. Her friends threw flower petals on the pine needles where she stood during the ceremony. She wore a gorgeous dress (that she made), and married her lovely man. This photo makes me happy. I have no idea where they are now. Probably in India somewhere. Amazing how people pass in and out of our lives. I lost track of them over the years, but I have this photo from their special day in a beautiful vintage frame in my house. Kind of odd, I know, but the beauty overwhelms me....the pine cones, the colorful petals, the bells around her right ankle, the lacework on her dress, the patch of sunlight. All of the details stun me at the same time, and make me feel inspired and happy to be a part of the world.
Friday, September 2, 2011
One of my favorite photos...
I took this in 2008, at my friend Shloka's wedding on Pine Mountain in Tucson, Arizona. Shloka wore these amazing vintage gold slippers from India. Her friends threw flower petals on the pine needles where she stood during the ceremony. She wore a gorgeous dress (that she made), and married her lovely man. This photo makes me happy. I have no idea where they are now. Probably in India somewhere. Amazing how people pass in and out of our lives. I lost track of them over the years, but I have this photo from their special day in a beautiful vintage frame in my house. Kind of odd, I know, but the beauty overwhelms me....the pine cones, the colorful petals, the bells around her right ankle, the lacework on her dress, the patch of sunlight. All of the details stun me at the same time, and make me feel inspired and happy to be a part of the world.
Feng Shui-ing the house again...
I work with feng shui in frantic bursts. I got home from work, and just felt like everything was a mess and too stagnant in the house, so I decided to shift furniture and room uses around a bit. I have made a GIANT mess in the process of rearranging and moving furniture, but it is starting to come together. Is it sad that this is how I want to spend a Friday night? Maybe, but I'm enjoying it.
This is the bagua map. I enter my house into the career and lifepath section. A while ago, I turned that from my living room into my office-ish/living room area.
Tonight I'm working mostly in the wealth and opportunity corner and the creativity area. Basically, I've been moving all of my bookcases of poetry books to the creativity room and that will be my writing area, and I've been turning my wealth and opportunity area into a yoga/meditation room/guest room.
Pirate Quote of the Day
I laughed and thought, "A mansitter? Well, hell, isn't that the story of my life!" (I'm approximately half-joking.)
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Three things cannot be long hidden:
the sun, the moon, and the truth.
-Buddha

(view of the other very informal chair right before my very formal meeting today at Cafe Coco)
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
-Albert Einstein
Laundry Room Envy

Holy moly. I just found a new favorite blog. www.roomenvy.wordpress.com. I would LOVE doing laundry if this could be my laundry room. Feeling inspired by some of the ideas I saw on there for things I could possibly pull off at my house.
Another lesson learned...
Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. -Ambrose Redmoon
I've had a very strange and entirely unexpected situation come up in the past few days. It twisted my brain into all kinds of knots, and involved a part of my past I never expected to resurface in any active sort of way. It also involved an important decision that I had a very hard time making. I can't type details of any of it on here, but it ultimately came down to truth in one hand and fear of what might happen to me if I spoke the truth in the other. Would I let (a very valid) fear stop me from speaking the truth (when asked for my story)? Would I let fear back me into a dark corner and put its big hands over my mouth to silence me?
(Borrowed this quote from a friend's facebook page this morning.)
By the time I got to the amazing Wesley Walker's house for a massage yesterday afternoon, I was in full-blown stress mode. I couldn't see how I would ever recognize the right decision. On my way home from my massage, I had a massive head ache, drank some water, took a nap and woke up clear-headed and knowing exactly what I should do. Speak the truth. The truth is bigger and more important than any fear. Reading the quote above on a friend's facebook page this morning only reaffirmed that decision. Done & done.
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